Two chapters edited of the proposal, no time wasted on research about roving or wheels, practically no checking of LJ and RSS feeds.
Of, course, this is because I finally got around to watching The Guild today. But it worked. And it felt more active than frequent breaks to check news and stuff.
I’ve really been enjoying this editing job. I realised today that I am a total editing geek, because I like taking someone’s writing and focusing and refining it to be clear and tight. Cut those excess words! Put the important words where they get more attention in the sentence! Sharpen that point!
Yeah. I’m lame.
I did some basic planning for the NS trip this morning too. Bless Ceri, who said, “Why don’t you just hit a visitor’s information bureau when you get to the end of your rope and they can help you find inexpensive accommodation for the night? That’s what we did when we moved.” This takes piles of pressure off me to find three or more potential places to stop and stay throughout New Brunswick, depending on when we absolutely cannot be in the car any longer. Chances are very good they’ll be able to find a motel cheaper than the ones I’ve been able to find (because gack, too expensive, thanks). So instead I collated all the visitors centres along the route. Heh. It occurs to me that this what we did when we honeymooned in Scotland, and if we can do it in a foreign country we can do it in our own. I also checked to see if there was a yarn store where we’re staying, and what do you know, there is. Also heh. Their web page didn’t say they sold roving, but they deal with a bunch of local sheep farms, so they might have a few.
Yesterday I experienced a fibro/migraine teamup that knocked me flat halfway through the day. Urg. Fortunately today I am much better. Tomorrow I need to make a list of local places to visit while on vacation, and start a list of what to pack. I’m having lunch out with MLG and Paze, and then making my grand trek to the Bibliotheque nationale to get my subscriber card and borrow all fifteen (which is my max) books on spinning.
In weather-related news, summer has finally arrived: It’s finally hot enough to make chocolate kind of squishy if not stored in the fridge. Now if the dozens upon dozens of green tomatoes in the garden would just ripen, I would be thrilled.
Dinner!
I love that your barometer for summer weather is determined by changes in the texture of chocolate.
xox
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Ceri’s advice is good. We’ve used that method several times on our way to Cape Breton.
My only additional advice is 1) don’t wait until you’re “at the end of your rope” (or nightfall, whichever comes first) to stop at an information bureau in order to find a motel; and 2) be willing to pay a bit more for the approved chain motels—otherwise, you risk having to deal with very sub-standard accommodations (such as stinky, hot rooms with broken fans, stained sheets, toilets that won’t flush, not hot water, you name it). Even if it’s only one night, it’s a crucial night if you want to be rested for more driving the next day.
Oh, my definition of “end of my rope” comes long before I absolutely *have* to get out of the car, in the interests of keeping everyone sane. It’s preemptive. No worries there.